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“I was wishing for you one Sunday morning. Walking down the road of some debtors’ town
And every church a hymn came blending in
Every one of them wanting to be found”
Some songs provide such great imagery in their lyrics, and this is one of them. I can imagine walking down a small, dirt road, lined with quaint clapboard churches. The doors are open because it’s a warm, summer morning, and the hymns are floating through the air, meeting in the middle, and growing faint.
Then you look at the last verse in this quoted portion of the song. I love this verse. I imagine the people in these quaint little churches, passionately singing, feeling the music with their whole bodies. Wishing for peace within. Wishing for acceptance. Wishing for unending love. Wishing for something that might always seem as if it is just out of reach.
Isn’t that all of us, somehow?
How about this verse:
” ‘Cause everone’s singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow”
I love how true this verse is. We are ALL singing. All we want is to be heard. To be acknowledged for how special and unique we are. It’s why we want to write. It’s why we do what we do every single day. It’s why we make the choices we make in life, whether the choices are good or bad, we are making them because we want to be heard, acknowledged. We want to be different, unique.
When you go to bed at night, remind yourself of how special and unique you are. I think we all get so busy, so wrapped up in our lives, and the lives of everyone around us, that we forget to acknowledge ourselves. We don’t listen to our bodies. We don’t listen to our hearts. Start practicing positive self talk. I promise you’ll be heard.